A/N: A huge thanks to Tiffany & Sherry x x

Chapter 4

Isabella woke to a gentle rocking motion, and someone calling her name. When she opened her eyes the world around her was dark. "Are we at your home?" She asked, sleepily.

"Nay," Edward laughed. "We are stopping to make camp. We won't arrive at my home for another two days." He jumped off the horse and lifted Isabella down, only letting go of her when he was sure that she was steady on her feet. "There is a stream just behind those trees, to your right, you can freshen up there."

Isabella nodded and wearily walked off in search of the steam. Luckily it wasn't that hard to find. The cold water was rather refreshing and a welcomed pleasure for her flushed skin. She soaked her handkerchief in the water and scrubbed her face before soaking it again and patting the back of her neck. She would have preferred to wash her whole body, but she was worried she would catch a chill or that someone would see her.

Edward stood hidden in the trees. He had been watching this whole time. He was completely captivated by her beauty, but what held him the most was the fact that Isabella had no idea just how beautiful she was. She was utterly innocent, pure. He would be lying if he said he didn't want to own her innocence, but she was English, there was no way his clan would accept her as their Lady.

When she had finished, he walked over to her, handing her some bread and cheese. "You must be starving, eat," he instructed.

Isabella didn't like his bossy nature, but she was too hungry to complain. She started eating at once, which seemed to satisfy him. When she was done, he pulled her to her feet and began dragging her towards the trees, telling her it was time to rest.

Isabella kept quiet, wondering where it was he expected her to sleep. She hoped that they had a tent, so that she could have some privacy, but she was greatly disappointed when Edward stopped in front of a tree and told her to lie down.

"Here?" she asked, appalled .

"Aye," Edward sighed. "This spot has the most shelter. My men left if for ye."

"Don't you have a blanket I could borrow?" She asked, looking around her, thinking that she was going to be very cold during the night. She could already feel the nip in the air.

"You'll lie with me, under my plaid," Edward commanded.

"Under your what?" She asked, confused.

She watched as he lifted up the back of his skirt, showing her that it was long enough to wrap around the two of them, but only if they lay close.

"Nay!" She shouted. "I will be fine without the blanket." She lay down on the cold ground and wrapped her arms around herself, hoping that the savage would stay away from her because she didn't have the strength to fight him off.

"Suit yourself," Edward said, lying down on the ground and pulling his plaid around him. He closed his eyes, knowing that she would cave sooner or later, but she didn't.

He must have dozed off because he woke up sometime later to the sound of teeth chattering. "Come to me, Lass," he ordered. There was no point her in being cold when he could heat her up.

"Nay," she replied.

He hated that she wouldn't obey him, with a sigh he got up and went to her. She was freezing. He wrapped his plaid and his body around her, wishing that he had forced her to lie with him in the first place. He would feel guilty if she got sick.

The girl was too stubborn for her own sake.